The person you like is my boyfriend

Early the next morning, Lu Fang appeared downstairs at Yu Ziqing's house on time.

Although Yu Zixiang promised him yesterday that he would not be the second Bai Hui, Lu Fang couldn't let go of his heart after all, and couldn't help calling Yu Ziqing before going to bed at night.

Yu Ziqing quickly picked it up, saying that he just took a shower and was going to sleep.

There was a tired nasal tone in his voice, Lu Fang carefully discerned his emotions through the phone, and said good night to him after confirming that there was no major problem.

It snowed in Wusu last night. Although it was not heavy, it also covered the ground with a thin layer of white.

In southern cities, it is rare for snow to fall, and at the beginning of the year, everyone said it was a good sign.

When Yu Ziqing came downstairs, he was wearing a white down jacket. He felt a little afraid of the cold and shrank into the clothes.

Before he could approach, Lu Fang took off the scarf that was originally hanging around his neck and put it on his neck instead.

Yu Ziqing's face was still a little pale, and he looked up at Lu Fang because of the scarf that suddenly wrapped around his neck.

Lu Fang stared at the person for a long time without blinking, and he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he didn't see any other clues.

Looks a little better today.

Lu Fang accompanied Yu Ziqing to the Public Security Bureau to sign Bai Hui's death certificate.

When the staff handed the thin piece of paper to Yu Ziqing, he was fascinated by the content on it for a long time.

It seems that I have read every word carefully several times.

Finally, he folded the paper a few times, put it in his coat pocket, picked up a pen, and signed his name on the family confirmation form.

Lu Fang will help with the rest of the matter, and Yu Ziqing concentrates on sorting out Bai Hui's belongings at home.

Baihui's clothes and shoes when she was young were all put in the closet properly. Apart from these, Baihui didn't really leave anything behind.

Yu Ziqing stared at those old things in a daze, and put them back in the same place after a long while.

——Things that Bai Hui was unwilling to discard until she died, he naturally had no reason to dispose of them for her.

Taking it back and forth, Yu Ziqing only planned to take away Bai Hui's pocket watch and the notebook in the end.

……

A few days later, in the funeral home, Yu Ziqing saw Bai Hui for the last time.

To be precise, it was the last time to face Bai Hui's body.

She was wearing a plain white cheongsam, which was made according to the way she liked when she was alive.

She lay there quietly, with her hands folded in front of her body, she looked much calmer and more peaceful than when she was alive.

Finally Yu Ziqing said, "It's fine."

With a calm voice, he took a step back and turned his head away to look away.

When Bai Hui's body was pushed into the cremation furnace by the staff of the funeral home, Yu Ziqing couldn't help but turned around and buried his head in Lu Fang's arms. Cry out."

Yu Ziqing shook his head vigorously, but in the end he still shed tears.

In the end, the funeral home gave Yu Ziqing a small urn, and Yu Ziqing held it and buried it, together with several belongings of Bai Hui, under her tombstone.

After dealing with all the affairs behind Bai Hui, Yu Ziqing followed Lu Fang on the plane to Aodong.

When getting off the plane, Lu Fang walked out with the person in his arms.

Yu Ziqing nestled in Lu Fang's arms, his face turned red and he looked groggy.

Yu Ziqing couldn't fall asleep last night. He sat in the dimly lit living room and carefully looked at every place in the house over and over again.

When Bai Hui was here before, he didn't want to stay here any longer, but now that Bai Hui is gone, and he has to leave, he realized later that he always regarded this place as his home.

Yu Ziqing didn't sleep all night, and just sat up until dawn.

When Lu Fang walked into the house with Yu Ziqing in his arms, Liang Chuan had just arrived with the doctor.

Yu Ziqing's fever symptoms were obvious, and Lu Fang found out after getting on the plane, he was shivering uncomfortably under the blanket.

On the way, Lu Fang had already communicated with the doctor about Yu Ziqing's illness, and the doctor didn't delay for a moment, and immediately put Yu Ziqing on the water.

After the person was settled, Lu Fang asked the doctor to go to the living room for questioning. Dr. Zhou had been in the Lu family for many years, and he didn't hide anything. He bluntly said that Yu Ziqing's mental state was very bad.

"If he doesn't adjust quickly, then a situation like today will be a regular occurrence."

Lu Fang sat on the sofa and listened calmly, but his complexion became more and more bad. Finally, he whispered "Got it", and then asked Liang Chuan to go find a professional psychological expert to see it again.

It was already evening when Yu Ziqing woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Lu Fang sitting on the chair beside the bed and looking at him.

He could vaguely feel the weakness of his body. He looked down at the back of his hand and saw that there was still medical tape on it.

He reached out and touched his forehead, "Do I have a fever again?"

Even the voice is hoarse.

Lu Fang looked at him with heavy eyes but never answered. He just got up and walked over and hugged him vigorously for a while, then went out and came back with a bowl of porridge.

Yu Ziqing frowned imperceptibly, Lu Fang looked serious but spoke softly, telling him to eat a little bit.

Yu Ziqing could clearly see the expression on Lu Fang's face, and he wanted to try his best to reassure the other party, but he took a few bites but couldn't help but waved his hand.

Seeing that he was forcing himself to swallow, Lu Fang's eye circles were a little red. After all, he couldn't bear to scold others with a cold face, so he could only temporarily put down the bowl.

The next morning, the psychiatrist came to the house and gave Yu Ziqing a comprehensive psychological examination.

Yu Ziqing sat on the bed peacefully, wearing pajamas, covering his legs with a soft blanket, and answered all the questions asked by the doctor very cooperatively.

Few more diagnoses were needed, and the doctor made a quick judgment.

"He is a typical post-traumatic stress disorder, which is what we often call PTSD."

Lu Fang was silent for a long time after hearing the words, and couldn't help but went to the window to light a cigarette.

"The course of PTSD depends on the patient's own mental and psychological state. It can be as short as a few months, or as long as several years or decades. You must be prepared, the treatment of this disease may be a huge project."

"In addition to taking related drugs, the main thing is to help the patient get rid of the things that make him fear and pain. It is best to cut off all the people and things that make the patient sick, and temporarily jump out of bad memories."

Lu Fang was silent for a while, and said: "All people and things include me, right?"

The doctor glanced at Lu Fang, sighed softly, and said honestly, "In theory, it is included. The patient has a deep sense of guilt and escape towards you."

Lu Fang sucked out the cigarette at his fingertips and put it out in the ashtray, then said, "I understand."

Since returning to Aodong, Yu Ziqing has become extremely lethargic, and he lay groggy on the bed almost the whole day.

The back of his hand was densely covered with pinholes due to the hanging water. He had a poor appetite and couldn't eat. He suddenly lost nearly ten catties.

The pajamas hung empty, like a wandering spirit in the room.

He was woken up by the vibrating sound of the mobile phone. He tried to open his eyes, touched the mobile phone and held it in front of him for a look, only to find that there was a missed call. Immediately afterwards, another text message came in the mobile phone.

The person who sent the message to him was the contact person who was in charge of communicating with him at Xingxuan Media. Ever since Hu Hanlian agreed to meet Bai Hui, Yu Ziqing rejected Xingxuan's request for further interviews, and followed They are no longer in touch.

The content of the text message was very simple, and the other party revealed a message to him: Hu Hanlian and his wife will hold a press conference at [-] pm this afternoon to explain Bai Hui's suicide.

Because he was busy dealing with Bai Hui's affairs some time ago, and his mental state had not been good, Hu Hanlian was deliberately ignored by Yu Ziqing.

Bai Hui's death was so earth-shattering that she couldn't hide it.

Not only could it not be concealed, everyone who heard the news was horrified by her death.

——As Bai Hui herself hoped.

It's just that these days are really dark and gloomy. Yu Ziqing has already lost his own protection, so he doesn't have the energy to care about other people's lives.

For the sake of his body, Lu Fang naturally didn't mention it, and deliberately isolated all outside voices.

So much so that when someone reminded him at this moment, the protective shield temporarily covering Yu Ziqing's body seemed to be punctured suddenly.

Yu Ziqing stared at the phone for a while, and realized that he had nowhere to hide after all. Bai Hui had already made a choice for him with his life. Even if he exhausted his last ounce of effort, he still wanted to make things come to an end.

Yu Ziqing stared at the text message in silence for a while, and finally connected to the Internet with his mobile phone.

It has been more than a week since Bai Hui committed suicide. From being concealed at first to being exposed later, it has completely exploded on the Internet.

Hu Hanlian's simple "reconciliation" a few years ago is obviously untenable, and everyone can't help but ask: what kind of "reconciliation" will make Bai Hui choose to commit suicide by jumping off a building on New Year's Eve? To end his life in such a tragic way?

Obviously, this incident is no longer a simple old love affair. It took bloody human lives and touched everyone's most sensitive and fragile nerves.

After the news came out, the Shen family seemed to have disappeared collectively, completely disappearing from the public eye.

The reputations of Hu Hanlian and Shen Qinglei have plummeted, and they are probably only one step away from being nailed to the pillar of shame of "bearing human life".

Accompanied by intensified negative public opinion, Shen's stock also plummeted to the bottom. Finally, after Shen's high-level executives couldn't sit still, Hu Hanlian and his wife were finally forced to stand up and announce that they would hold a press conference to make a public response to Bai Hui's suicide. .

……

It was already ten o'clock when Yu Ziqing woke up, and Lu Fang was unexpectedly not at home.

His phone was still on the news page where Hu Hanlian and his wife were about to hold a press conference. After a while, he moved his fingers lightly and pressed a series of phone numbers on the screen.

Lu Fang answered the phone quickly.

"Where have you been?"

Yu Ziqing spoke softly, with a sense of sickness and fragility, but he couldn't hear any emotion.

"Sorry baby, the company suddenly has something to work overtime. I have already ordered lunch, and I will let Liang pass it to you in a while."

Yu Ziqing held the phone in silence for a while, and then said "Got it".

Sure enough, Liang Chuan brought the lunch over half an hour later, and Yu Ziqing ate some in front of him.

Knowing Yu Ziqing's recent physical condition, Liang Chuan saw that he didn't move his chopsticks anymore, so he put away the plates and bowls on the table.

"Boss Lu told you to rest well, and he will come back as soon as possible to have dinner with you in the evening."

Yu Ziqing nodded, thanked him and then turned back to the bedroom.

Yu Ziqing even took a fairly long nap. It was three o'clock in the afternoon when he slowly got up, got dressed and was ready to go out.

When he went downstairs to take a taxi, the press conference of Hu Hanlian and his wife had just started.

Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, Yu Ziqing took out his mobile phone and turned on the live broadcast of the press conference.

The author has something to say: the decisive battle in the next chapter.

Red envelopes for this chapter~~ Bow